A broken soul is like an empty vessel... trying to reflect what it looks at... it tries to find a happy place when in a crowd but when it's all alone that's when the demons come out messing with the head... coaxing you to destroy any sliver of happiness you have encountered all day. It's hard to determine how and when it came to being...and nearly impossible to get it mended... you just try to live with it hoping no one notices it,just going about pretending that everything is alright... You just hope one day you wake up and find it mended... wishing that the cracks in the soul gets fixed... taking you back to the nights it was not broken.
Dreams are somewhat of a luxury when it comes to me... it's only nightmares that keep visiting me... taunting, teasing or courting me like how a lover courts his lady. Nightmares makes people shiver with fright... but it makes me shiver with anticipation for what is there to witness... it lulls me to a place where it's just me with my thoughts, sinister and dark...
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PoetryThis book consists of random musings and my take on poetry. It embodies my emotional state of mind throughout the time frame mentioned in the form of dates and/or captions.
